A Place with No Name

I’m starting a new story.    Here’s the first paragraph.   Feels magical to me.

Once upon a time…oh what a time it was, far away from here and ages upon ages ago, there was a place that had no name.  It was so long ago that mountains were three times as tall as they are now having not been worn down by the ravages of time.   And rivers, scores of them, rushed through valleys, poured down crevices and disappeared in underground caverns so large that whales traversed these subterranes with ease and used them as birthing places.

© Glenda Kotchish 2017